FC: My Poetry Portfolio | By Jake Bradberry
1: Table of Contents
2: Where I'm From I'm originally from the cards and dice that cost savings accounts all For the thrill of doubling it all in the desert sun Then I moved to the land of good ole' boys where people still work hard for their money and the people say sir and ma'am' I'm from the land where we don't need a supermarket to eat but instead go out to the woods and get our food I'm from the heart-lifting aroma of sweet potato pie and dinners with the family on Friday Nights I'm from the place where Saturdays are spent yelling and cheering about the game Between the Hedges
4: My Mother's Kitchen The aroma lifts And she smells it Her favorite dish And runs like the wind Straight to the kitchen She walks in And the ovens Burning gas smell Is hanging despite the Aroma of the collard greens. But then the Horror begins When dad brings In the key ingredient Her dad says hi And begins to slice The key That Bella shouldn't see But she then Walks in And before dad can Cover the key She sees the Dead rat!
6: Mother to Son Poem | Hey listen no matter what anybody says to you remember two things First life aint easy you are going to have problems but you've got to beat em There are only two ways to do this duck your shoulder and hit em. Second trust your gut Second life ain't always gonna be full of daises and roses so youve gotta enjoy yourself when you can so that you have memories because youre not gonna have that very much so enjoy it while you got it if you want to be happy.
8: Language Arts Poem Adjectives, Gerunds, and verbs too not to mention the book review I'd pay any cost to not be so lost wouldn't you And with this book I'm madder than a cook with a broken stove before this I strove to live but id be content as a rook and when it comes to theme I want to scream like I had the flu please just give me a clue so I can still have some self-esteem just when I think there is no way to bear we got a story with some action and I noticed no distraction not even the bear but when you really stop to look maybe that annoying article is just what the poet does to take fresh look at the subatomic particle.